The Path to Choose

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A girl named Haley has had trouble her whole life with everything. Her life only seems to be getting worse, and she doesn't know how to turn it around. Will she turn it around? If so, how?


3. Nature is calling

The next day was Saturday so I didn't have school.  When I got up to go get some breakfast, I was surprised to see my mom and dad were home.  When I walked into the kitchen, my dad kept looking at the newspaper in is his hand, but I could tell he really wasn't reading it.  My mom glanced over her shoulder, but quickly looked away.  She went back to washing dishes.  I didn't say anything to either of them.  I got a bowl and poured some cereal in it.  When I sat at the kitchen table across from my father, he stiffened up and his eyes got wide.  He set down his newspaper and went into the living room.  My mom turned around and noticed he was gone.  She washed her hands and went into the living room as well, not wanting to be left alone with me.

I finished my cereal and went back up to my room to get dressed.  I put on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a black shirt that had my favorite band on it.  I tamed my curly hair and brushed my teeth, using the bathroom attached to my room.  After I was finished, I grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs.  My parents didn't even look at me as I walked past the living room.  I put on my black converse shoes and headed out of the door.

When I was outside, I smiled.  I didn't smile often, but I just couldn't help it outside.  Today, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and there wasn't a single cloud in sight.  I started walking down the sidewalk, looking at everything as I did. I didn't really know where I was going, but it was too nice out not to be outside.  Before I knew it, I had come to the city park.  The park  was nice and well kept.  It had swing sets and slides and benches to set on.  There were trees that kids climbed on, and a small fountain they would splash in.  I decided that would be a good place to spend my day.

I walked into the park and saw lots of kids playing.  They were running around playing tag, and playing other games.  I walked over to a big tree and sat down.  I sat my book bag beside me and got out a book I had been reading.  I leaned against the tree and started reading.  A shadow covered my book, making me look up.  I looked up to see Jake standing there, smiling down at me.  

"Look who it is." he said, setting down beside me. 

"Hey." I said dully.  I looked back down at my book.  

"I didn't know you came here." He said.

"I could say the same thing to you."

"Well, my family just moved here so this is our first time."

"Why aren't you with your family then?"  I turned a page in my book.

"Because I saw you were over here."

"I don't really think your family would want you over here."

"Why do you say that?"

I looked up at him.  "Do you not get it?  Nobody likes me.  To other people I look dangerous or something.  People don't want to be around me."

"You don't look very dangerous to me."

"Well, then you're weird."

He looked a little hurt at that.  "I don't understand.  Why would people think you're dangerous?"

I sighed, really not wanting to explain this.  "Because bad things happen to people who hang around me.  To people who like me."

"Like what?"

"Well, most of the time they end up dead." I said coldly.  

We stared at each other for a moment.  I could see him thinking, trying to process what I had just said. 

"So.." He looked at me, searching my eyes.  "So people think you kill other people or something?"

I hadn't really thought about that.  "I don't know what people think.  They just know that things happen to good people when they're around me."

"Is that why you won't be my friend?" he asked, and I could hear the pain in his voice.

"I don't need any friends." I said quietly.  "I've accepted I'm not meant to have any."

"You didn't answer my question though."

"Yeah, I guess that's why.  No matter how mean I seem, I don't like seeing people get hurt."

"You don't seem mean, Just stubborn."  

He smiled a little at me, and I felt myself smile back.  It was weird.  I didn't smile at people.  Staring into his eyes, I knew.  Whether I liked it or not, I'd just made a new friend.  

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